Lunacy

Fed up with the current project, a hat for my husband (which incidentally looked like a beret for a homeless Frenchman), I peered over to the pile of laundry draped over our brown chair like some colorful life killing mold. Right then and there an image fluttered through my mind. Call it a slight bout of lunacy but the idea of taking hold of this image was too tempting. Oh to stand up, grab the six loads of laundry, whip open the door and fling with all my might as high in the air as possible and then watch, in the silent night, the clothes fall gently to the ground like some kind of radioactive,colored snow. AHHH. But......
I would then have to trudge outside, grab each piece and shove them back into the washer and watch as the pile appears yet again like the life killing mold on my brown chair.